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There's eggshell in my hairAs I walk down your stairsThe rest is on your bedAnd my tongue tastes like your flower's pollenMy year as a baby horseMy legs are sea legsAnd all you can do is laughAll you can do is laughYou are just at the heightThe way I perceived angels when I was 9I'm only being sincereIt's just I love you too much, and I'm sorry things have to get weirdAfterbirth on my shirtSpinning "Tom Traubert's"Waltzing MatildaBut you don't want some Small Change balladSo I'll shut of his bluesI'd do anything to please youMy lover, my golden calfCarving my epitaphYou are just at the heightthe way I perceived angels when I was 9I'm only being sincereLetras de cancionesIt's just I love you too much, and I'm sorry things have to get weirdPanting's all that I knowWhen I follow you home like a dog that's been given too much hopeAnd hope is all I can feelWhen we singAnythingAnd as I untangle my curls,I don't regret you as a lover, I regret having made you my worldAnd the heat beneath my shoesAnd the spirit keeps me running away from youAre you mad?Do you feel blame?If I remain my normal hyperactive self, will you yell?Will you call?Will I answer? From Letras Mania